Among the Stars

Barefoot I stand on golden sand,
While tender waves caress my skin.
Their coldness I can understand,
For they are made of foam and sin.

I see the sky of velvet dark,
A graceful veil painted with stars;
A fairytale with endless sparks,
I wish that I could reach that far.

In trembling hands, I hold my light:
A lampion with my own name.
I light it up: tremor, delight
I feel now pulsing in my veins.

I watch in awe as it ascends,
Hoping to reach that paradise,
Hoping that it will reach the end
Before the early sunrise comes.

A summer breeze blows gentle air:
Lampion raising in the night,
Meeting no storm and no delay
And leaving me far, far behind.

It takes its place among the stars
And I’m at peace, gazing at, now,
A fairytale that came alive,
Defying when and why and how.

I smile and feel the universe,
Surrounded by a sea of suns.
I stand in silence, with no words
Until the crack of dawn arrives…

– Patricia